Looking through a notebook, trying to find a glimpse of me, because right now I am feeling lost. out of focus and nebulous, somehow reflecting the insecurity that surrounds us all. Deep among blank pages, there it was: an incomplete poem without a title from a time I’d almost forgotten. Almost.
This darkness has been descending for a long time
I can usually find a way to hide or insulate or even fight back with bursts of light ameliorating the threat to completely erase me and everything i know
This darkness has been descending for a long time
Today i feel like spreading my arms wide welcome…
you won’t find any closed doors this time
While I am far from the darkness, I am not foolish enough to believe that it is ever that far from me.
amyilene 
This is such a raw powerful slice. You recognize that it was a time not forgotten and that you are not foolish enough to believe that it’s not far from you. Sending strength from a stranger that relates to your darkness.
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“While I am far from the darkness, I am not foolish enough to believe that it is ever that far from me.” This sentence took my breath. I’d love to read when you say more about that. Keep writing!
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